I’m supposed to be dead.
Instead, I’m crafting prose in my head.
Yes, I’ll admit it. My monkey mind is not at rest.
I’m in Savasana, or “corpse pose” – the final posture in the yoga series, where one completely rests as if ‘dead’. But I’m far from pushing up daisies.
Instead, my mind weaves words. This very post, as a matter of fact.
As I try to cross to the other side, I guess I’m secretly happy that there seems to be no writer’s block in the afterlife.
At least not this morning.